Last night I dreamed of the day I met my wife for the first time. The dream didn’t exactly line up to reality – I don’t recall being hounded by paparazzi or driving around town – but it made me stop to appreciate the woman I married.

She renewed me. When we met, I was coming off the back of some painful experiences with love and I had gone through the stages of feeling angry and then doing my best not to care. The moment I ‘let it go’, I met her.

We started out by chatting on the phone and online, and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Her voice was immediately beautiful and I was intrigued to know her better, so we arranged to meet in London and spend the day doing some of the touristy stuff that people do in our fair capital. I met her at Fenchurch Street station – that place will always be significant to me.

We lunched at Planet Hollywood (I wish I still had that picture of the most epic chocolate brownie in all humanity), and we visited an art museum. Naturally, we swung by Leicester Square and Covent Garden. We talked and talked, and before long I was keen to hold her hand – a simple gesture but one we were soon doing.

It annoys me that I can’t remember where we first kissed – it was an Underground station and it was pretty spontaneous, and it felt wonderful. As the evening wore on we settled into a Starbucks and cuddled and kissed some more, and when it was time to see her back to the station, I knew I had to see her again.

That night, as I drifted off to sleep, I could still feel her arms around me. I had never experienced that feeling with anyone else, and I’ve never felt more secure.

She still makes me feel this way. Despite the mistakes and the cockups and me being an idiot from time to time, she has somehow retained her sanity and helped me to keep mine. She has given me the greatest of all gifts – a beautiful daughter. My wife has left me in fits of hysterical laughter (man with the face), can cheer me up simply by holding my hand, and has done more for me than I can ever repay. I love her.

Yeah, my excitement levels just got raised a notch. I’ve already watched the new trailer twice (once simply to enjoy it, and once to try and digest it).

We still don’t have a clear picture of what’s going on (which is a good thing really, as trailers which give away plots are annoying), but there are things we can glean from the trailer. Kirk is introspective, thinking of why he joined Starfleet and of what motivates him. Spock and McCoy are having deep discussions whilst hiding in a cave, and we still have no idea what’s driving the villain of the piece.

There are some beautiful sequences (the Enterprise soaring through space with a bow shock in front of her), and the style of Beyond strikes me as being very different to the two previous installments. I look forward to it!

Having recently gotten involved in several heavy discussions, I’m now looking at some of the absurd arguments being made by anti-vaccers. Yes, there are people out there who believe vaccination is dangerous and the evidence for its success is all part of a big, money-grabbing conspiracy.


I mean, seriously?! I have little patience for conspiracy theories. Vague, pseudo-scientific notions about the ‘harm’ of vaccinations don’t represent proof they are dangerous. The virtual disappearance of measles in America once the vaccine was introduced on the other hand, goes to show that vaccination works.

Why argue against it?

Sometimes things do wrong with vaccines. These cases, whilst thankfully rare, can be devastating, as they can cost people their lives, and parents have lost children in such circumstances. It’s only natural to feel angry in such a situation and vaccination can become a target of this anger.

There will also be conspiracy theorists who see hidden agendas everywhere. This doesn’t mean these agendas are true – twist and manipulate the facts enough, and you can make them say whatever you them to say.

I’m not going into detail now, for I don’t have the patience to get into yet another serious discussion, but I may well come back to this.